The Show

I want to know you like I know myself,

From the morning to the evening bell

I burned my fingers on the stove.

I have problems letting go

O-o-oh

O-o-oh

Winter creeps in & settles on the bones

Just like the summer passes on tip-toes

I made a fire, cast a spell

Crossed my heart and wish you well.

Brothers told me that she's been asking

Of my whereabouts and when I go

She is wild as the garden thorn bush

So I do not touch her until I know how she grows

I lost the race, I'm waiting on the show

Punched the wind out from my sails long ago,

Every action has a motive and a goal

I make a fist of auburn leaves and rub my hand upon my knee

O-o-oh

O-o-oh

O-o-oh

O-o-oh

Brothers told me that she's been asking

Of my whereabouts and when I go

She is wild as the garden thorn bush

So I do not touch her until I know how she grows

I lost the race, I'm waiting on the show

So I ask myself now, alone

Should I follow you or be gone

Brothers told me that she's been asking

Of my whereabouts and when I go

She is wild as the garden thorn bush

So I do not touch her until I know how she grows

I lost the race, I'm waiting on the show